Wildflowers bloom on a mountainside,
As icy waters on their tumbling ride,
Flow in haste to meet the Sea,
On a cycle that will always be.
Cycles, cycles everyplace,
Even in my life, I face
The fact that cycles often race
With no regard to proper pace.
So I was born and grew up fast,
And now I'm free to love at last,
And need (Bride or Groom's Name) to complete the chain
Of the cycle that is in my name. |
